Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze

"Ms. Webster, are you afraid of

because you

unnecessary talk and got straight to the point, "How can we make

good question." Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange her

Click-

handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun if it agrees! "Do you think

wasn't fazed, but then he changed his tone, flicked the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be

down Mark's gun-bearing

"The will of Ramona."

what's your relation with

they wouldn't need to inquire about the will

bat, if it wasn't for those

cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't ask

mine, and

"I don't know the contents of Ramona's will. I only